just wanted to say:
Mum, you died when I was 16 and I hate that you wouldn't recognise the adult I am now.
You would love your Grandchildren so much - in fairness to the point that if you were here you would probably be doing my head in with your advice and interference and involvement.
But I would give anything to have you turn up at my door with your god awful sausage pasta dish, come into the house and take over. I would love for you to call me at stupid times (as I know you would!) to check I was feeding them properly. I would love to be able to tell you to back off and give me some space. I would love to roll my eyes at DH when yet again you give your 30year old advice on weaning. I would love all that because it would mean that you were still with us.
I miss you, I'm hopefully raising my DC to be as you were - independant, not afraid of going against the grain, outspoken gobby!
I love you & I miss you - even after all these years
xx